Date: 9th Of August 2005
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry Series, However Alexander Felicia Valentine is an original character created by myself
Chapter 2:
Twenty Four Hours After Previous Chapter
9:00pm
Often I find myself questioning the decisions I've made throughout my lifetime, from the modest leather sofa in the shady corner of a club I watched my companion upon the dance floor and I knew that we were different. Our personalities conflicted like night and day, whilst he was naturally rebellious and foolhardy I was more laid back, I understood injustice and the concept of honour and spent the past two years of my "life" upholding them, protecting the innocent and denying myself a life that didn't revolve around endless combat training and my self appointed role as angel on earth.
Then there was Dante, he also upheld the good and vanquished evil but he actually seemed to enjoy it, to derive some pleasure from it whilst in comparison I merely existed. Dante lived a life, I intended to follow in his footsteps; I'd found my role model.
My sword remained upon my person; how Dante concealed his I'll never know it probably resided deep with the folds of that scarlet overcoat. The abnormal weight of the firearm against my thigh however felt unnatural and alien. Dante was insisting I learned to use a firearm and seeing him in combat last night I concluded that a warrior could achieve perfection in two forms of combat. This morning after breakfast we'd descended into the sewers of the city and in the light of a single torch he'd made me target a circle of chalk as an introduction to guns and the cursed recoil I hated. Part of me wanted to know why he'd take me under his wing like that but inside I knew he was teaching me the skills I'd need to confront my father once and for all, was this merely a business arrangement? Or did it run deeper then that? Twin devils fighting for a single cause. Then there was this "Devil Trigger" of his, that demonic form I'd witnessed for all but a second, could I ever achieve power like that? Become a devil like him myself? Compared to Dante I was little more then an advanced human while he was truly superhuman…oh how I envy my Demon Hunting companion Dante.
11:24pm
She'd been looking at me for hours; at first I feigned not noticing her and ignored the way she looked at me.
She smiled at me then began advancing toward me, I glanced at Dante seated at the bar beside a brunette: his arm around her shoulder.
Dante caught my glance at the women and merely gave me a thumbs up:
"Go ahead, she's hot"
I wanted him to bail me out and all he'd done was drop me in it.
"Hello" She said, dropping her black denim jacket beside the sofa before seating herself opposite me.
"Hi"
"I thought you two were twins" she said glancing at Dante then back at me, we certainly had similarities but I was certainly his inferior in every sense of the word.
"Dante? No we're just friends"
"Oh" she sounded crest fallen and disappointed, her features magnifying the emotion.
She crossed her black leather clad legs, her ankles resting against one another of the table between us, my eyes instantly drawn to the Beretta hooked into her belt.
"So you're not Vergil?" she asked placing dark sunglasses over her eyes.
"Vergil…?" I questioned
"…No I'm, Alexander Felicia Valentine at you're service"
My own boot-clad feet joining hers upon the table, the slogan "Devil May Cry" embossed in red across the toes; another one of Dante's many marketing ideas and products to promote his business that never took off.
She smiled at my polite manner, if I'd have been standing I'd have probably bowed or kiss her hand.
"Trish" she introduced herself blowing me a kiss.
Her boots swinging to the floor as she walked towards the door of the club. I jogged behind her grabbing her shoulder:
"Hey wait"
Lightning rippled through my body, the unnatural force emanating from her body before causing through mine, the yellow electricity earthing through my feet but the damaged had been done.
The crowd of the club noticed nothing, everyone's eyes directed to the dance floor as the strobe light stole what clarity the few eyewitnesses had of the supernatural feat and could easily deny.
I felt no pain from the power, as a vampire I didn't experience pain but my normal human reactions still persisted; if I stubbed my toe I'd still say ouch despite the lack of pain, basic nineteen years of conditioning that I was still unable to override.
Trish leaned against a brick wall as I exited the club.
"Well you can certainly withstand pain like a son of Sparta, Mr Valentine, the question is can you fight like one?"
"I'm no Demon Hunter and I have no desire to prove my abilities to you" I turned my back upon her: a costly mistake.
In the vestibule of the club stood a single figure, a haze of smoke forming from the cigarette held between his lips.
"Oh Shi.." I muttered drawing my sword from its sheath too later.
He disappeared into his telltale red haze as he teleported towards me, his fist slamming into my chest instantly breaking eight ribs and throwing me against the wall of the alleyway with enough force to propel me through the bricks and mortar.
"Who the hell are you?" Trish asked levelling her pistol on the smoking figure.
"A father giving his son a spanking little girl unless you want the same punishment I suggest you leave" Lucifer said holding his cigarette in fore and index finger.
I crawled away from my father, blood leaking from my chest, neck and face displaying the severity of my injuries.
"Sorry Valentine" Trish said walking away from my father and me; leaving me to my fate.
"Nice girl Alex bit out you're league though I think" his kick to my shattered ribs propelling me into the air only to be hit mid fall by another one of his cursed punches.
Through the blurriness that dictated my vision I watched as he advance upon me, my broken legs making movement near impossible but I still attempted to escape…bone juttered though my skin following the first miserable step forcing me to collapse to the floor.
Lucifer stood over me, his gaze looking all about us.
"Oh dear son looks like your bodyguard isn't around" his foot stepping down upon my face slowly crushing it with excessive force.
"No matter what circles you move in I can still kill you whenever I want Alex! If your pitiful attempts to kill me weren't so entertaining I'd have killed you a year ago"
His foot resting beside my damaged head, my weary blood soaked vision barely recognising the shape of his expensive leather shoe.
"Kill that son of Sparta and prove to me you can actually be a man and I'll let you back into my good books son, what do you say we got a deal?"
"Ass..ass..in" I muttered quietly
"Assassinate the Sparta whelp if you wish just prove to me that our bloodline is stronger then Sparta's"
I laughed, deep-throated laughter that shook my chest and echoed off the walls of the alleyway.
"Dante…ill…kl..you" I muttered between laughter, hoping the little vampire blood that still remained in my body would repair the wounds I'd sustained quickly.
"You've enlisted a son of Sparta to kill me? Alex I'm impressed! But that half breed can never kill a pure demon like me"
"You're wrong…we…hundreds of…emons…y..ester..ay"
"Pitiful cannon fodder nothing compared to me"
"Then how about a guy with dodgy eyes with all my fathers power?" a familiar voice called down the alley.
Lucifer turned to look at the new comer; my turn.
Rolling onto my back I drew the Beretta P-99 from its holster and pulled the trigger, firing the entire clip into the chin and jaw of the individual stood over me: Lucifer.
Sixteen gunshots echoing into the night's sky as sixteen bullets struck their target, my father knocked off balance by the impacting rounds as his claret sprayed upward.
"BASTARD!" he cursed, red eyes boring into mine.
Becoming engulfed in a red haze he teleported away from the area.
Dante rushed to my side, kneeling beside my corpse like body.
"Valentine you did pretty good didn't even drop the gun or anything"
I smiled at his sarcasm.
"Anything I can do?" he asked
"Blood, lots of blood" I answered
"Ok Bloody Mary coming up"
A screech echoed towards us followed by an evil lingering laughter.
We both turned to see three levitating black robes with opera mask coming towards us, my eyes instantly drawn to the oversized scissors they wielded.
The forty of so demons identical to the ones we'd already faced slowly trundling towards us were less of a concern.
"You guys pick a real bad time…" Dante began addressing the group
"…Unless you bleed of course because my vampire friend is very thirsty"
"Ravenous" I added
Dante turned to look down at me, his face suddenly becoming serious.
"You fight?" he asked
"It look like it?" I answered sarcastically
"You're index finger work?"
I flexed the digit; it didn't snap…generally a good sign.
"Valentine meet ivory she'll take care of you" I snatched the from Dante's hand and with it clutched tight to my chest I clawed my way against the bricks.
My body rebelled at the movement but I ignored the uncooperative broken and brittle bones as I slumped partially standing in a firing position.
Dante was already attacking the scissor fiends, his rebellion sword cutting across their masks but failing to do significant damage, as he lost height from his jump his foot connected with the face of another demon causing him to launch into the air again; he kept the constant midair trickery up for the entire time whilst I held back the scythe wielding grim reaper clones with his handgun that never seemed to run out of ammunition.
One handed firing was difficult with such a phenomenally powerful weapon and whilst my aim wasn't perfect to begin with but the significance of my injuries further hampered my sharp shooting.
Bullets stuck torsos and random limbs yet still the demon hoard advance upon me so I hobbled away leaning against the wall for support I left Dante to his fate.
I knew the demon hunter could easily fend them off but I still felt guilty over my actions.
I collapsed in the street almost immediately a woman ran and crouched beside me:
"Are you ok?" she asked
I nodded weakly and whispered too softly for her to hear.
She leaned closer to me in the hope she'd hear my soft words.
She didn't even notice my canine teeth piercing her throat, such a soft and gentle touch after a brief second of pain, then the sedative my saliva took effect.
I leaned against the shadows of the alleyway, Dante still continued his mid air combat despite the greater numbers baying for the Demon Hunters blood.
My vampire nose sensed he had indeed lost blood and it now stained one of the creature's weapons as well as the floor.
Bending down low I picked up by sword, the familiar weight resting in my fully restored hand.
"HEY!…" I yelled
"…Take another step I dares ya"
Several turned to face me before the advance began again
"I warned you"
Now you've really crossed the line
Your hate for me is divine
My love yearns your suffer
On the grave lurks my prosper
Slicing one In half across the abdomen I twisted at the waist throwing myself into a flip parallel with the floor. The steel blade of my sword slicing through skulls with each rotation of my body.
Landing in a crouch I right hook the nearest demon causing it to stumble momentarily but that instant is just enough as I throw my sword through the creatures spine, the blade propels forward and continues into the face of another before coming to rest upon the floor.
My foot hooks under Dante's fallen firearm and I kick it into the air towards him, he grabs it and as he descends he spins whilst still firing.
Grabbing my sword once more I decapitate two demons with a single slash then dispose of the last demon with a high kick.
Silently Dante falls into step beside me we both look at the only remaining demons: the scissor fiends.
"Any advice?" I asked
"Point, pull, repeat" he says handing he a firearm
"Ya know I really do prefer swords Dante I've tried this whole gun thing but its not for me"
"You really are like Virgil!"
"Who's Virgil? That's the second time I've heard his name tonight!"
"Tell you later Valentine but for now lets party!"
We charge.
I overtake Dante and slide on my knees under the first floating demon, its weapon narrowly missing my head.
Dante's foot connects with my shoulder and he launches skyward.
As I slide under the second demon I fire from bellow whilst Dante also opens fire from above; its armoured face cannot block both sets of bullets and it's soon reduced to ashes.
Still on my knees I lay backwards firing the gun into the back of the face of the other demon while Dante is leaping over the third and discharging more fatal bullets.
"What's next?" Dante asks as his feet connect with the floor.
"First you tell me who Virgil is the lets pay my father a visit"
Authors Note: Not bad for a second only post in my opinion but I'd always like to hear what other people think so please R & R